Can You Hear The Call?

In that formless place that continually forms and dissolves and reforms, a candle burns. Thus, the magics remain.

The candle burns. The magics keep the spheres aligned in their paths. They remain strong. Remain malleable. Remain true. 

But look, as we watch, the candle sputters. The Good Red Road twists and turns. The ribbon that has rolled out for countless generations of Life shrinks to a narrow ribbon. 

Is it doubling back on itself? 

Perception in the fragile light is fraught.

It echoes throughout the realms.

Lying in the balance, the Fae Ones look to their human allies. Could they open their eyes, their hearts? Would they? Is change possible?

The Queen of the Fae straightens Her back. She throws back her head and spreads wide Her arms. She speaks the Words and sends them out to waiting ears.

 

The Word goes out: “Heed you well, O you beings of The Realms! Change is upon us! Hold your heads high, your feet purposeful as you approach the Crossroads. Here, now the Place of Choice awaits you!”

 

The Child of Messengers astride their Golden Eagle takes to the wing, traversing the realms with ease and with grace. Calling, calling out to those with the ears to hear, the hearts to stand true, the courage to watch unblinkingly for change, the Will to step into Now.

To some, the voice merges with the winds, strange, unintelligible, dismissed with a wave of the hand, a turn of the head.

 

Others have been waiting this clarion call. They have made ready.

All the realms watch. The fate of the many rests on the actions of us all.

 

At her encampment the Witch Woman raises her head. Her ears catch the strains of entreaty. Her eyes watch the Eagle and Child fly past. Where some might see a shooting star, a jet trail, she recognizes the Call. 

Her heart thumps and stills. Her blood pounds. Her Cauldron bubbles.

 

She rises from the place of waiting. The dance begins. Slowly at first then gathering energy as she describes the spheres in their motions. She swirls and leaps. She stumbles and rights herself. And she keeps on dancing.

 

She dances a dance of connection. A dance of opening. A dance of change. A dance of tomorrow.

 

Round and round the Cauldron she moves, grace and trust defining her motions. 

The Cauldron bubbles. Its fumes perfume the air fed by this dance of life. Fed by the billowing fumes and the witch woman’s dance a possibility emerges: the possibility of compassion informing the future.

 

In that place, that half-formed place; that place hidden in plain view, the candle burns brightly now. The Good Red Road unfurls and runs true.

 

Under the Hill and Across the River of Blood, the Queen of the Fae smiles Her secret smile.

 

The Child mounted on the Eagle flies on.

 

 

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Can you hear the call? 

 

We humans are being called to action. Sometimes our actions are grand but mostly they involve the tiny details of a life. 

What matters is that we do what we are called to do. Perhaps we will see the outcome of our actions. Perhaps we may not. But like that pebble dropped into the pond by an innocent hand, each action ripples out towards unknown consequences.

 

What Magics do you bring into being? Are they expressed in form? Color? Words? Marching? Standing on street corners, holding signs? Writing letters?

Are your magics expressed growing your garden? Raising your child? Loving your family? Preparing your food? Walking your dog? Greeting your neighbors?

Are they expressed through your work in the world? Are you a healer? A maker? A connector? A teacher? A parent? A friend? A child?

How do you manifest the Magics called to life by the Child mounted on the Eagle?